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She sat on the floor. Unable to do anything anymore. She didn't know how, or why, or what to do. The world is what she screams at. But her voice is silent and no one hears. She falls. The ground catches her. It was not a gentle catch, her body soon throbbed, but it did catch her. The magazines and books were tossed about the room as if some strong wind had stolen the organization from the room. The wind came from the strength of her arms and the rage that burned inside. She wanted to have some satisfaction. Some Validity. Some worth. People told her she was loved and stabbed her with their cold resentment of hypocrisy. Lies. The only one that told the truth anymore was the one she had run from and to other people for. He was honest and didn't even hurt as much as her loved ones hurt her. She found hope. But it was darkness to everyone else's eyes. Everyone who had lied to her, left her, raped her of any value. Not him. Them. She sat with confused tears and a frenzy of the unknown. The dark seduced her and placed a gentle arm around her. She slipped into the unknown. Away from the lies. It was better than this...so much better than this...